Letter 16

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Dear bully,

when I got home today my dad was on the floor not breathing. I called 911 and they said he had an alcohol overdose. They asked me if I have anyone to stay with and I said 'yes with a friend.' I almost cringed at the word friend and they left with my father. I just locked the door and stayed in my room for the next few days.

Dear bully Där berättelser lever. Upptäck nu